title: the twilight
pairing: OcOc
summary: One from the twilight to be one with the dark; the apocalypse is nearing. All Night-worlders are preparing for battle. There's only one problem; the final wildpower still hasn't been taken care of. And time's running out.
dedication: to reviewers. cause, seriously, you guys are just great.
notes: BITCHES I'M BACK. shocked? you better be. where was i? lost on the road of life with a silver haired ninja. but he so kindly pointed me in the right direction, and here i am! oh, and yeah, this is a re-loaded story. i originally started it, like, awhile ago, and now i'm restarting it... the first two chapters are the same. but, yeah. ANYWAYS. i'm here to stay now; don't worry. hehe, (: ANYWAYS, without further adue, i present to you...

t h e t w i l i g h t

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Fera Drache squinted at the water, eyeing it up. The small lake stretched forward, moonlight giving it an eery shimmer. Wildlife could be heard at the other end.

The animals were atleast smart enough to keep their distance.

She was kneeling on shallow shore, clad in dark jeans, tucked into leather boots, and a matching leather jacket.

Slowly, she reached a long, pale finger out, then quickly dunked it in the water. A small shudder made it's way down her back. Oh, how she hated water. It was, after all, in her blood.

Fera was a shapeshifter, if the lastname wasn't a give-away. A cat, jaguar, to be more specific.

She was all thing's feline; quick, graceful, deadly, swift... and terrified of water.

"Shit!" She gasped as she suddenly slipped forward, both hands splashing into the icy cold water. She scrambled back, hastily digging into the ground and pulling herself. A strong shudder slowly crept down her spine. She slammed her eyes shut, tightly crossing her arms. Pulling her knee's to her chest, she hid her face in the slightly damp denim.

To anyone else, the sight would of been odd. A little weird. Sure, the water was cold, but it was nothing to freak over.

Whatever. Fera had her reasons, and that was all she really needed. She didn't care if people thought she was strange. She had enough problems on her hands-

Crack.

Fera's eyes flew open. She was up in an instant, past worries behind her. She flew around so that her back was to the lake- a position she didn't particularily like -and she was facing the tall wall of trees. She squinted, a small hiss escaping.

Yes, there was definetaly someone else here. She could feel them.

Fera could feel herself changing. Her nails were slowly morthing into sets of razor sharp claws. Her bright, emerald eyes became slanted and cat-like. Every other change was more mental. Her senses were sharper, eyesight better. She pushed her waist-length, raven black hair behind her ears, then closed her eyes.

She concentrated on the mystery person. She imagined the forest, the shore she stood on, the tall, towering trees, the shrubs. Then, slowly, things started to dissipear. First, the shrubs. Then, the lake appeared to vanish. The trees seemed to slide into the ground. Still nothing.

The only thing left was a rather large rock, approximatly 20 ft. away from her. Slowly, she chipped away at it. Slicing layer after layer, piece after piece, until there was nothing left.

Then she saw him, crouching, holding something in his hand. Vampire. Lamia. Goody. She seemed to zoom in, watching every intake of breath, every switch in position...

Then, he stepped out from behind the rock.

And Fera was off.

She shot forward with shocking speeds, expertly dodging each tree. When he was only 5 ft. away, she sprang, hand's forward, and shoved him, full force, claws digging through his thin t-shirt into his skin. He stumbled back, falling down. When he landed, Fera used her hands- still on his chest -and pushed up, flipping forward and landing in a crouch. By time she got up and spun around, the vampire was already standing up. With a hiss, he raised his fist, shooting it forward. The shifter snatched it, then tried to send a punch of her own, which he quickly blocked. With a frusturated growl, her opposite hand flew forward again, though this time, not for a punch.

Her claws dug deep into his face, slashing across. He yelled out in shock, jumping back a step. Blood flew from the cut, which was already starting to heal.

That, however, was only a distraction.

The short second he was in a small fraction of shock, Fera gave him a brutal kick to the groin. He bent over with a groan, which was pretty stupid, because it only made it easier for the upper-cut she delivered next.

She gave him a harsh shove into a small tree, and he gave another startled yell when he snapped it in half, falling back. Fera was quickly stradling him, pinning him down, a sharp, pointy portion of the tree in her hand, expertly raised just above his heart.

"Now," She spoke in a casual voice, as if they were friends, "Wanna tell me who you are? I mean, the council couldn't of send you. Since when to they send rookies?"

Ah, that seemed to be a hit below the belt for him. It looked as if fires sparked in his onyx eyes. His upper lip curled up, exposing pearly white fangs. But slowly, a smirk formed on his face, and he actually looked relaxed.

"So tell me, kitty," Damnit, he sounded just as casual as she did, "Why didn't you morph? Wait, don't tell me, I know. Because it takes an entire second for the change to happen. An entire second you don't have." Damnit, why did they have to be so cocky?

Although it did sound like the logical reason, it wasn't the reason. The reason was much simpler: Fera wasn't in the right clothes. And running back to where she was staying naked didn't seem like her cup of tea. Plus, this was a new jacket.

But, of course, he didn't know that.

"Don't act like we don't know you-" A sudden gasp of shock escaped when she pierced his skin with the wood. Blood trickled out, but this time, the wound didn't heal. She felt satisfaction when she saw the fear in his eyes. It was only natural. He was a vampire, and he'd just been pierced with wood. So close to his heart, to. He'd die in less than an hour if left alone. She had him where she wanted him now.

Her smile was sugar sweet, but her words were sharp, like the crack of a whip.

"Don't say you know me. Don't say they know me."

Even with the fear, he held that cocky smile. "Oh, but Fera, we do."

She tensed. "We know you're seventeen. We know you're a Drache. We know where you stay, where you go. We know about your family. We even know what your mother is," Was it possible for that smirk to get even more irritating? "... A Stray."

A sudden white hot anger flashed within Fera. Her eyes flew open, her mouth opened in a hiss as she felt her feline-fangs grow in sharper. Her vision seemed to go red and blurry. A sudden, low growl built in her chest.

Seemed like the vampire was good at distractions, too.

He suddenly jumped up, shoving her off him in the process, as if oblivious to the wood. Then, he dove for something.

The object he'd dropped earlier.

A shiny, silver dagger.

Oh, fuck.

He sprang forward, aiming for her heart. Out of instinct, she raised her hand to shield herself, then let a gasp of pain escape as she felt the sharp knife slice across the soft flesh of her hand. She felt herself being shoved back, then fell on her side, her face being masked by her hair.

In that second, Fera had never felt more embarressed. Was she really being taken down by a rookie?

She peered at her hand, at the blood gushing out, mixing in with the dirt, sinking in, as if she was becoming part of the earth...

Then, a smile that could only be described as purely demonic flashed her features. She looked up, knowing her face was almost completely hidden, except for her smile. She spoke in a quiet whisper.

Quiet as death, as her mother would of said.

"If you really knew me... You wouldn't of done that."

And the world exploded in blue flames.